What What?

Golden nuts of pouring rain
Feels like no blood under my veins
Shut up
I don't understand when you're talking pain
I just don't get it
I don't want to, either

Mirrors aren't always made to looking through you
(I wish it was made to be broken, by the way)
And bells aren't always made to ring
Oh damn
Tell me why i wrote these
I don't even know what i'm feeling

Pretty darn, pretty horses
People said be good to your wishes
Hmm let's say,
Sometimes whisper sounds louder than us scream?
Oh shoot
I still don't get it.

What's on?

I'm pretty fine,
How are you?